He'd look down on me.
But I know that even I am not lower than he.
He has a heart from the depths of Hell.
She is an angel and she fell.
He destroys her piece by piece, bit by bit.
He destroys her mind, and it hurts more than when he hits.
She always gives him one more chance.
But he never does change his stance.
Her child is in the hurricane.
Yet she is still held captive by his clutching chain.
A/N: This poem is dedicated to my sister and her mother who experienced physical and emotional abuse from their excuse for a father and husband. The aftermath of abuse can often take years or even decades to overcome
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Smiles And Hidden Tears
PoetryWords never spoken. I'm scarred, but not broken. Your smile reflects your beautiful mind. Your soul is strong, your eyes are kind. Remember me. I won't leave you behind.
